From the edge of eternity, I speak... with voice tremulous, woven in whispers, drawn from the embers of a dying heart.
Have I not sung bright across the vastness? My rays cradled worlds in warmth, laced the cosmos with threads of gold... yet here I sift to ash and memory, a flickering ember on a cosmic curbside.
Time unfurls treacherous petals. Each quiet tick dismantles constellations, beneath its gentle, relentless grip.
Who bears witness to my last breath? What silent eyes drink in my dwindling light? I carve my elegy into darkness, a final dance before the void’s embrace.
Gathering of Echoes Whisper's Edge